Chapter 167: The Enemy 3 (Page 1/1)

Chapter 167:

Hearing this, the woman named Hill immediately reported the name of a large number of items.

"Wraith Essence, Orex Blade, Crimson Crown, King Spider Egg, Crimson Tears, as long as I let me go back, I still have, and..."

However, Ron's brow gradually furrowed at the reported item.

Before she could finish, Ron reached out and grabbed her head, pulling it closer.

Looking at the other party's frightened eyes, he said in a calm voice.

"I think you may have misunderstood me, I don't want any of what you're talking about, I have only one purpose since just now, do you understand?"

Feeling the coldness of the armor and gloves and the terrifying power of the savage beasts in them, Ciel was slightly stunned, and then said loudly.

"I understand, I understand, I have a map of the Lost City on me, please let me go!

"Wouldn't it be nice to do this sooner?"

Flipping through her palm, Ron rummaged through her for a moment, and soon a piece of parchment was turned out.

The parchment seems to be old, heavily yellowed, with many serrated marks on the edges.

It seems to be damaged at the slightest touch.

However, although the appearance looks old, the content is quite clear.

It's a huge map of the city, crisscrossed by streets.

And some of the various graphics are related to the architecture.

The map is marked as a mixture of Lydon (Old Titan) and some ancient language, which fortunately has been retranslated later in Ben Riley.

Ben Riley is the lingua franca of the Shadowlands, and it just so happens that Ron has systematically learned this language in the Blade Forest.

After a quick look, Ron noticed that there were signs with special symbols drawn on the map from time to time.

After a pause, he brought the map to the other side's eyes.

"What does that mean. ”

"It's... This is... A sign of danger and opportunity... Please, don't kill me.."

The woman seemed to have lost a lot of blood and her voice was getting weaker.

In her half-broken body, some tiny red spiders crawled out as quickly as flowing water.

It was as if the woman's body was made up of spiders.

"I see. ”

Glancing at the spiders crawling out of the ground, Ron straightened up, reached out and grabbed the hilt of his sword and pulled it hard.

'Poof!'

A scarlet blood splattered out.

Shake off the blood from the sword, just, just as he thought about inserting it back into the scabbard.

The originally sharp and hard sword body suddenly shattered into countless pieces and fell to the ground with a 'bang'.

"Is it broken?"

Looking at the two-handed sword with only the hilt left, Ron threw it to the ground with a blank face.

This two-handed sword is only fine iron with a better material, although it is better than ordinary weapons, but it is obviously not enough for his current strength.

After several battles along the way, he has been considered of good quality until now.

"Looks like I'm going to need to find time to build a weapon that works for me now. ”

Although with his current physical fitness, the power caused by both his bare hand attack and his weapon is fierce and abnormal.

But instead of being empty-handed, Ron still prefers to use the two-handed sword that he is already familiar with.

As Ron pondered, the pleading woman on the ground suddenly opened her eyes wide and her mouth wide open.

"Ho-ho... I... I don't want to..."

Before the last word could be uttered, the woman turned into a myriad of red spiders and disappeared in front of Ron, leaving only a tattered gray cloak.

"It's so weak. ”

Looking at the large number of spiders on the ground whose cloak had escaped, there was no emotion on Ron's calm face.

He originally thought that the strength of the members participating in the 'ball' was not as strong as Richard's, but it was not much different.

But from these two people, he found that it was different from what he imagined.

These two men gave him the feeling that they could be easily killed with a little effort, as if they were pinching a fragile fledgling that had just been born to death with his hands.

"Could it be that the strength of the members of the 'prom' is so weak?"

Ron remembered the many creatures he had encountered before that gave him a powerful aura.

Immediately, he suddenly saw the layers of fine red dots wrapped around his body, and suddenly Ron understood a truth.

"No, it's not that she's weak, it's that I've become stronger unconsciously. ”

Thinking of this, he unconsciously shifted his gaze to the attribute bar below his field of vision.

'Strength 23.5, Dexterity 18.6, Constitution 30, Intelligence 13, Spirit 11.5'

This is the terrifying physical quality after devouring the god of the labyrinth.

And this kind of leapfrogging increase in strength, even though he has adapted to it physically, he still feels that he is still the lowest weak person among many extraordinary powerhouses.

This is the gap between strength and psychology.

With his current physical fitness, he can even be compared to some ancient creatures known for their physical bodies.

In particular, a 30-point constitution can heal itself in almost a few minutes as long as it does not involve a fatal injury to the head or heart.

In other words, Ron can no longer be regarded as an ordinary simple human being.

From the moment he fused with the witch's blood, he was already a transcendent.

"A transcendent being beyond ordinary humans..."

Ron shook his palm, feeling the terrifying power in it, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes.

"So where are my limits, and where are my paths!?"

For the first time, he had doubts about his choice of a wizard, a path that had not yet taken two steps.

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